Saturday Promenade

One of these days I suppose these early morning walks will lose their sense of wonder and amazement, of discovery and excitement, even when treading the same familiar paths.

Until that time you’ll just have to endure my endless attempts at creating a vicarious online experience of it all to share with the world in hopes that someday someone will come join us. Continue reading

Wake Up Call

Time.

“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.”

So begins the song of that name by Pink Floyd.

Time. Wasting time. By some people’s standards I waste a LOT of time. Maybe they’re right. Continue reading

Sunday Morning

Sunday, June 5, 2016 was gray and drizzly. We still took our usual walk down Beersville Road and back around the property and the meadow.

Something about the light on overcast days enchants me as much or perhaps more than on those glorious shining bright days where the colors pop so vividly. I think it’s because it requires me to look even more closely at what I’m seeing and take my time to be fully in the moment and savor the subtlety of the many shades of green and the other colors that are overwhelmed by the preponderance of green—did I mention the green?—the yellows, and blues, and pinks, and purples, and more. The more you look, the more you see.

And as usual, this video is also a story of me trying to take photos while wrangling the expert photo bomber aka George, and tapping into his excited and energetic experience of the greatest of all pursuits: Walkies!

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